Chapter 9
NINE
CHANCE
My eyes snap over to Thorne, not sure what to make of his admission.
Wishing for someone to care has to be the most idiotic wish in the history of wishes but today highlighted how much no one does.
My parents haven’t called me to say happy birthday. Even though I know my mom loves me, she’s always so bad at remembering important events, barely knowing what day it is half the time.
Surviving on booze and pills while living with my dad affects her memory.
Felicity had to be reminded.
None of my frat brothers called me.
I give Jett a pass because he called me yesterday and told me he’d be working late and probably wouldn’t be able to wish me a happy birthday on the actual day.
My grandfather would have called had I not called him first.
But everyone else?
Nothing.
Then there’s Thorne, a man that could probably rip my heart out with a smile on his face, telling me happy birthday, even singing to me when I know he wished he didn’t have to.
And he wants me?
“How?” I ask, not sure what else to say. Warren sits heavily on the couch across the room, and I can feel his eyes on us, but I can’t stop looking at Thorne.
His smile turns from sharp to lecherous.
“I like men, Chance. I like to taste them, kiss them, fuck them. If you did too, I’d do all those things to you.
” He glances over at the professor, that same smile on his face.
“You too, Warren. You two are fucking hot and I’d give you both dick in a heartbeat. ”
Okay, that shouldn’t make heat bloom across my skin. What he said should shock me, it should make me laugh it off and say, nah, I’m good. I like women.
Instead, I imagine Thorne doing…all the things he listed. It’s fucking mad, I know it is, but once the idea implants itself in my brain, it won’t leave and I find my dick growing half hard in my pants.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m starved for affection or the danger that surrounds Thorne makes him attractive, but I’m going to fucking go with it. It’s my birthday; I can do what I want and let people do what they want to me.
Besides, when we leave this hotel room, none of us will be this comfortable with each other again. Thorne and I run in different circles, and Warren will be my teacher. There will be nothing other than what we have tonight.
Wait, is Warren joining? He looks like a deer in headlights, his mouth dropped open as he looks at Thorne.
Fuck, what are we going to do about him? We can’t ask him to leave. He paid for the fucking room.
“Uh…” is all I can say as I glance over at Warren, wanting to ask if it’s okay that I take Thorne up on his offer, but he looks as if he can’t string two sentences together right now.
Fuck it. I’ll apologize if he’s not into it, but I’m going for it.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I’ve never been into men, but…maybe it’ll be nice to have a birthday present. It’ll be nice to feel something. Like someone wants to be with me because they want to be with me, not for my money.”
Thorne chuckles darkly. “I can assure you, pretty boy, I have money of my own. I want to fuck you because you’re hot and because you look like you need it.” He sits up, his hands hanging between his knees. “You’re wound real tight there, Golden.”
He’s not wrong. So much is resting on my shoulders—school, swimming, telling my dad I’m done with him, dropping Felicity. I want just one night where I can just fucking chill, not think, not make fucking decisions.
“Okay,” I say, not believing what I just said.
I’ve never been with a man, haven’t looked in their direction in any way other than objectively, but I’d be a liar if I didn’t say Thorne is hot as fuck.
Not only does he have good facial features, but his vibe is…
well, when he’s not giving the vibe he’d disembowel you, he looks like he has a lot of secrets.
And one of those secrets could be how to make a man forget.
His eyebrows shoot up to his forehead. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. I want a good birthday gift. Something just for me.”
His smile is so dark and dangerous that I almost come in my pants. No one has ever looked at me like that. I mean, girls have given me the eye at frat parties, but nothing like Thorne’s penetrating gaze.
“Come here, Golden,” he says, crooking his fingers at me.
Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out slowly and get to my feet, walking the few steps between our beds. Thorne runs soft hands up my thighs, his fingers light and gentle. I suck in a shuddering breath, looking into his deep brown eyes.
Then Thorne leans forward and nuzzles his nose to my groin, pulling in a deep breath. Is he…is he smelling me? Oh god, why is that so fucking hot?
When he looks back at me, his pupils are blown and lust oozes from him.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my dick fucking waving in his face. Just him looking at me has my dick twitching and leaking in my shorts.
“Get on your knees,” he rasps as he removes his hands.
I do what he says, dropping to the floor in front of him.
Thorne smirks as he threads his fingers through my hair, gripping tight to the strands. “You ever been told what to do in bed?”
I shake my head, not able to form words right now while I concentrate on not blowing my load.
“Before we start,” Thorne says in a deep seductive voice, “Warren, do you want to join me in giving Chance a great birthday present?” He looks over at the professor, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. “If not, I can find an empty room and fuck Chance until he’s hoarse.”
Huh, that’s nice of him.
Warren shakes his head, then nods. “Yes, I’ll…I wanna stay.”
Fuck me.
“Okay then,” Thorne murmurs. “What are you willing to do, Chance?”
“Anything. I just want to feel something.”
“Oh, I can make you feel a lot. I’ll make you feel real good. Do everything I tell you, no questions.”
That sounds ominous, but I nod, wanting to do what he says. I like how it feels when he looks at me after I comply with his orders. Like he’s…proud of me or something?
“Okay,” I whisper.
Taking my face in his free hand, Thorne tips it to the side and he leans closer to me. “Let me kiss you, Golden.”
“Yes,” I mutter, my eyes fluttering shut.
I wait one second, two, then three.
Just when I think he won’t kiss me, the firm pressure of his lips land on mine and I groan. Why does that soft press feel so fucking good?
When I gasp, he pushes his tongue into my mouth, slowly gliding his over mine.
I grip his biceps, trying to keep up with his kiss, but my fucking brain is swimming. Holy shit, is this what I’ve been missing all my life? Someone that kisses me like they want to, not because they have to?
After our first few months of dating, Felicity stop kissing me like it was anything but a chore. Now here Thorne is, stroking his tongue over mine like he’s trying to memorize my tastebuds.
Breaking the kiss, Thorne does that humming thing I’m starting to love so much. “You’re a good kisser, Chance. Taste good too.”
“You…same.” I can’t think of words right now, everything fucking scrambled up there. How can a kiss take my brain offline so thoroughly?
Just as softly as he did earlier, Thorne slides his hand down the front of my pants and grips my cock in his calloused hands. “Jesus,” I whisper, placing my hands on the bed and gripping the sheets hard.
“Nice dick, Chance,” Thorne quips, swiping his tongue across my lips. “Nice and thick. You’ll stretch my mouth to its limits, huh?”
I might not have the longest dick in the world—maybe average—but I make up for it with girth. Though I haven’t fucked anyone but Felicity, and she’s said I please her.
“Thank…thanks,” I stutter. “Can you…can you…?”
He wraps his fingers more firmly around me and I hiss, my back bowing. “Want me to jerk you off, Golden?” He leans forward and licks a long stripe up my neck to my earlobe. He takes the soft flesh between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make me cry out.
Then he starts to move his hand. Slowly at first, then with more urgency when I lean into him. His free hand climbs up my waist and tweaks my nipple, pulling a strangled groan from my lips. I’ve never had my nipples played with and didn’t know it was a hot spot.
“That’s…so good. How does it feel so good?” I mutter more to myself than looking for an answer.
“Because I know what I’m doing,” Thorne says with a chuckle. He kisses and licks at me, sure to leave behind marks. But I don’t give a fuck. I want more.
“Warren,” Thorne singsongs. “You’re looking, but you’re not joining.”
I look over at the professor who’s watching us with hooded eyes, the bulge in his pants prominent. “Yeah. I am.”
“How about you take your dick out, Professor? Jerk yourself while you watch me get Chance off.”
Warren’s eyes flare and his hands flex on his knees, like he’s nervous.
Thorne pulls his lips away from my skin but doesn’t stop jerking me off. “We’re all friends here, Firebird. No need to be shy.”
Warren gulps, but nods, standing so he can drag his pants down.
My mouth drops when I see the mammoth dick between his legs.
“Jesus, Professor,” Thorne says, humming in that way he does. “You’ve been hiding that all these years.”
In a low voice, Warren says, “Seems so.” He sits back down, taking himself in hand. It’s hard to look away from his slender hand stroking his big dick. My god, that thing would split me open if he fucked me.
Do I want that? Do I want Warren or Thorne to fuck me or just…this? Jerking me off and making me lose my mind while he kisses and touches me?
I don’t know, but I’m not complaining about any of it.
Thorne noses over the sensitive skin of my throat. I pump into his hand, needing more friction on my over sensitive dick. “Tell me how it feels, Golden. Huh? How do you feel?”
“I’m gonna come,” I grit out, my hips moving faster in time with his hand. “I’m right there.”